Back in the early 90’s I picked up a ’77 Ford LTD for a couple of hundred bucks. It was fuckin’ red of all colors and it had smacked something so the left front of the nose was pushed in a bit.
I didn’t care.
The thing was an aircraft carrier and had a 460 engine in it that ran like a top.
My cousin called it The Couch because he said the back seat was bigger and more comfortable than the couch in his living room.
It was a true road car. One finger on the steering wheel at 90, all day long.
After I had owned it a while I started hearing a kind of whistling noise out of the exhaust but it seemed to still run good so I ignored it.
One day I get in the thing to go some where, fire it up and hear a clankity clank and a couple seconds later it didn’t hardly want to stay running, like it was loading up.
Being me, I stomped the gas pedal wide open to clear it out.
It huffed and coughed, plainly struggling to breathe.
All at once I hear this clankity clank sound again and the thing just took off like a raped ape with a huge black cloud of shit belching out the back.
Cool, must have had indigestion or something.
I backed out of the driveway and saw something that looked like a black and gray egg sitting right at the end of it.
I’m not kidding, an egg.
I stopped and got out, went and picked it up and bigger than shit, the thing was perfectly egg shaped, except it was made out of this stuff,
A hunk of the catalytic converter had broken off and got formed to the diameter of the exhaust pipe as it worked it’s way out.